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Rain soaked me through, the chill of the air magnified by the clinging of my wet clothes. I was coming straight from work, a small-time paper, and was following a lead. Aaron Black, it seemed, did not want to be found. He’d returned no phone calls, and I couldn’t find him on the net. I’d had to test the resources of my paper’s staff, convincing them that there was a story in Black, a business or human interest.

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